Blacke Harbor (Part 3, page 2 of 11)

Erik sensed his companion’s posture change. This was it. Her plane. He opened the door of the sleek black Lincoln and moved to the back seat just as his companion exited the driver’s side of the sedan and stood by the open door, staring at the slowing propeller of the aircraft, willing it to stop.

In the week Erik spent as a guest in Jurgis Blacke’s home the odd old man spoke of little other than his granddaughter. Three times he told Erik the story of their discovery of the exact virus and twice he commented on how happy he was Catherine had turned down the latest job offer to stay in Blacke Harbor. “We’re the only family we have left,” he said many times.